Alec had lost conciousness when he hit the ground, thankfully not gaining any broken bones. When he came to, he was being held by two men with large weapons. He soon noticed that the men wore uniforms that looked like playing cards.
"What happened?" A strong, male voice asked, authority practically pouring from his mouth. He sat on a large throne in the back center of the room, a long cape draped on the stairs in front of it.
"This boy fell from the sky, my liege. He seemed too ordinary from the out-of-the-ordinary to leave him be. We brought him to you for you to judge." One of the guards said, jostling Alec enough to wake him up.
"I see," the man said, "bring him closer!"
The two guards dragged him towards the throne, the man's red eyes peered curiously at him. When the guards let him go, Alec fell right into the man's lap.
"Aren't you a precious little daisy," the man said, and when Alec looked up, a smile was on his lips, "tell me, did the Gods above send you?"
"No, sir, I fell through a mirror. It looked like water so I touched it and accidentally fell through." Alec explained, taking in the man's features. His dark hair was pushed back, a few strands falling from the hairline. An eyepatch covered one of his eyes, a red heart design on it. His clothes were blood red and royal, with golden clasps and chains. And for a moment, Alec thought he felt something large packed away in the man's pants.
The man was quiet for a moment, deep in thought, then he spoke with a strong command, "leave us!"
"But, sire," one of the guards began, only to be silenced.
"I said leave us," the man's red eyes glared down at the guard, "or do you have a death wish?"
Everyone in the room scrambled to leave and soon it was baren except for Alec and the man.
The man pulled Alec into his lap, placing Alec's legs on either side of him. "What's your name, dear boy."
"It's Alec, sir," he answered, a heavy blush covering his cheeks.
"Just Alec?" The man asked, and when Alec nodded he continued. "Alec, do you know who I am."
"No sir," was his simple answer and the man pulled him closer.
The smile on his face brightened, "my name is Byron, but they call me the King of Hearts. I have complete power over Wonderland, my darling."
A small gasp left him and his head bowed in apology. "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I didn't know!"
Byron chucked, pulling Alec closer to his chest. The confidence eminating from the king was overbearing but attractive. "It seems you don't know what a lot of things are. Don't worry, little doll, I can teach you."
Their lips were so close and a wave of embarressment came over Alec. "Y-Your Majesty, I-"
"Hush, my flower, aren't you wondering of what I can teach you?" With his face red, Alec nodded at Byron's words, "then you'll become my consort, my perfect, golden queen."
Their lips finally pressed together, a new taste flowing through him. Byron's tongue danced into Alec's mouth, letting the warm taste of sweet tarts and alcohol in. Alec felt a power drain from his body, a lovely feeling that was left with him when they pulled apart, both panting for much needed air.
Byron snapped his fingers and three servants entered the hall. "Draw up a bath for my new consort, I will join him when I can."
In dizzying seconds, Alec was pulled away from the king and a pout made its way to his raw and red lips.